The scenery of the Pointsman is sufficiently ingenious to satisfy the cravings for sensation of a typical British audience. The Railway collision worked as a sort of transformation scene,—the interior of a signal-box changes into the site of a fatal accident—creates much enthusiasm, but the winsome if vindictive Willard still remains the centre of attraction. In the last Act a good deal of gunpowder is burned advantageously to the simplification of the issue. It is scarcely necessary to say that, when the Curtain falls, what remains of Virtue is triumphant, and all that is left of Vice is on the road to justly merited punishment. The Pointsman is likely to remain on the line of the Olympic bills for many a week to come. I should not be surprised to find him still there at Christmas.
Exhausted with the labour of looking in at all the principal London Theatres,
I have the honour to remain, my dear Mr. Punch,
One who has Gone to Pieces.
A BARR DRINK.
Hooray for the Thistle! Scotch yacht without peer;
May she win in her race with the smart Volunteer.
Punch hopes, Captain Barr, that no "slip" may turn up